Lost Me Gained Regret

As soon as we entered, one of the men led us up a staircase without any railings. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce face, sitting with his leg crossed on a chair, and next to him, Ramona, still

unconscious and tied up!

"Ramona!" I hurried towards her.

Her frail body couldn't withstand such rough handling!

But before I could get close, a gun was pressed against my temple as a warning.

"Jack!"

The middle-aged man, who previously seemed uninterested, now looked somewhat apprehensive. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Webster is just worried about her grandma. No need to draw guns."

"Understood."

The gun was withdrawn from my head.

looking at Kane, I felt a chill run down my spine. Despite his

Webster, are

you asked

unnecessary talk and got straight to the point, "How can we make sure Ramona is

question." Kane seemed genuinely entertained. "How about... we exchange her

Click-

as he finished speaking, I heard the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. Mark aimed his handgun squarely at Kane, his expression determined and stern, "Then you'll have to ask my gun if it agrees! "Do you think you can leave this place alive if you

but then he changed his tone, flicked the ash off his cigar, and looked at me. "Ms. Webster, no need to be on edge. I'm not here to rob or kill

down Mark's gun-bearing hand, asking, "What

"The will of Ramona."

relation with

else, they wouldn't need to inquire about the will

Kane, mentioning the will right off the bat, if it wasn't

cigar, and stood up, clapping his hands as he walked towards

answer mine, and we're

back, "I don't know the contents of Ramona's will. I only